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  Lawfully Matched

  Lawfully Matched, Justified, and Redeemed

  Three Lawkeeper book collection

  Lorana Hoopes

  Contents

  Lawfully Matched

  Copyright

  Introduction to The Lawkeepers Series

  Note from the Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  It’s not quite the end!

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  Lawfully Justified

  Note from the Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

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  Lawfully Redeemed

  Note from the Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  It’s not quite the end!

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  About The Author

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  Copyright

  Copyright © 2018 by Lorana Hoopes

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is dedicated to all the hardworking law enforcement officers out there. Our world would not be as safe without all of you.

  And to my family who lets me sacrifice time with them to write these stories in my head.

  Introduction to The Lawkeepers Series

  There’s just something fascinating about a man wearing an emblem of authority. The way the light gleams off that shiny star on his badge makes us stare with respect. Couple that with a uniform hugging his body in just the right way, confidence, and mission to save and protect, it’s no wonder we want to know what lies underneath.

  Yes, what echoes deep inside those beating hearts is inspiring. Certainly appealing. Definitely enticing. Although those ripped muscles and strong shoulders can make a woman’s heart skip a beat—or two—it takes a strong, confident person to choose to love someone who risks it all every day. Anyone willing to become part of a lawkeeper’s world might have a story of their own to tell.

  The undeniable charisma lawmen possess make all of us pause and take note. It’s probably why there are so many movies and TV shows themed around the justice system. We’re captivated by their ability to save babies, help strangers, and rescue damsels in distress. We’re captivated by their ability to protect and save, defend the innocent, risk their lives, and face danger without hesitation. Of course, we expect our heroes to stay solid when we’re in a mess. We count on them for safety, security, and peace of mind. From yesterday to today, that truth remains constant.

  Their valor inspires us, their integrity comforts, and their courage melts our hearts—irresistibly. But there’s far more to them than their courageous efforts. How do they deal with the difficulties they face? Can they balance work and life? And how do they find time for love outside their life of service?

  We want to invite you on a journey—come with us as we explore the complex lives of the men and women who serve and protect us every day. Join us in a fast-paced world of adventure. Walk into our tight-knit world of close friendships, extended family, and danger—as our super heroes navigate the most treacherous path of all—the road to love.

  The Lawkeepers. Historical and modern-day super heroes; men and women of bravery and valor, taking love and law seriously. A multi-author series, sure to lock up your attention and take your heart into custody.

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  Note from the Author

  Thank you so much for picking up this book. I hope you enjoy the story and the characters as they are dear to my heart. If you do, please leave a review at your retailer. It really does make a difference because it lets people make an informed decision about books. Below are the other books in this series. I would love for you to check them out. I’d also like to offer you a sample of my newest book. Free Sample!

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  Lawfully Justified

  Chapter 1

  Boston, Massachusetts 1883

  Mary Katherine Whidby grabbed the local paper and strolled to a corner to read in private. While she hated to leave her beloved Boston, she was quickly approaching the spinster age, and all the surrounding men seemed intimidated by her brains or more likely her strong-willed spirit as her brother Robert liked to remind her.

  Mary Katherine, or Kate as her family called her, had always held a grand notion of love, so agreeing to marry a complete stranger caused distaste in her mouth every time she thought about it, but her options had run out when her parents died.

  She opened the paper and scanned the offerings:

  ‘Forty-year-old widowed rancher looking for wife who can be a mother to three kids.’

  Three kids? Kate shook her head and drew a line through that one. While she wanted kids one day, she did not feel confident stepping into the role immediately.

  ‘Fifty-year-old Pastor seeks wife for companionship and to lead women's socials at local church.’

  A pastor's wife wouldn't be too bad, but the age difference was more than Kate could stomach. After all, she was barely twenty-five, which would make this man twice her age, and wasn't the lifespan shorter in the west? Knowing her luck, he would die shortly after she arrived, and she’d be left all alone.

  ‘Thirty-year-old saloon owner seeks wife and possible waitress.’

  While this one was closer in age, Kate had no desire, or skills for that matter, to work in a saloon.

  The pickings were slim this month it seemed. Just one ad left.

  ‘Thirty-two-year-old farmer in search of brave woman to help on homestead.’

  Well, she didn't know much about farming, but no one would say Kate wasn't brave. She had even taken shooting lessons with her brother and father.

  Crossing her fingers this man would not be a con man or an abuser, she made her way to the counter.

  “Hello Miss Kate, what can I help you with today?” Mr. Gaines, the elderly owner of the newspaper asked. He wore a black vest over his shirt and a pair of old spectacles sat on
the bridge of his nose.

  Kate cleared her throat, still embarrassed to be doing this. “I wanted to inquire how I might go about answering an ad.”

  “Hmm, let me see,” he said, pushing up his glasses as he read the ad. “Mail-order bride?” He looked up at Kate. “Does that mean we’re losing you?”

  A heated flush flared across Kate’s face. “Well, there isn't much left for me here with mother and father gone.”

  “Don't you still have a brother?” Mr. Gaines asked kindly.

  Kate nodded. “I do, but Robert just married, and he's trying to get his practice up and running. I would just be in the way.” She didn’t add the fact that his wife Abigail appeared to despise her, and the thought of staying in their house much longer held little appeal.

  “Well, if you're sure,” he said, though the tone of his voice told her he wasn't convinced. He reached below the cabinet and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil. “Generally, you write the man back and see if it’s a good fit.”

  “Oh,” Kate stammered. She had not realized she would need to reply. “Thank you,” she said taking the paper and pencil. “I will return this shortly.”

  Kate headed back to the corner and sat down at the table, thinking for a moment. She placed the pencil on the paper and scribbled out:

  Dear Mr. Easterly,

  My name is Kate Whidby. I am a brave twenty-five-year-old woman with dark hair and blue eyes. I am looking for love and adventure in a new area. I saw your ad in my paper, and although I do not know much about farming, I am a quick study and think I could be the woman you are looking for. Please advise if this is acceptable. I would like to travel as soon as possible.

  Kate Whidby

  She folded the letter and returned to Mr. Gaines. “Do you have an envelope I could use to send this?”

  Mr. Gaines supplied one from under the counter and handed it to her. Kate quickly jotted her name and address down and sealed the envelope. She held it out to Mr. Gaines, but he shook his head.

  “Take it to the post office. They will send it out and your response will come back through them.”

  “How long do you think it will take to get a reply?”

  “I don’t know for sure, but my guess would be about two weeks.”

  Kate’s jaw dropped open. “Two weeks?”

  Mr. Gaines nodded and scratched the side of his bald head with the back of the pencil. “Yes ma’am, unless you’d like to telegraph it. That costs considerably more though.”

  Kate fingered the few coins she had managed to find in her parent’s bedroom as she was packing up the last items she’d been able to take. No, she had better be frugal and spend only a little.

  “No, two weeks is fine.” Perhaps, she could find a temporary job. It would be nice to have some money for the trip.

  Kate paid the small fee and left with the letter in hand. After a quick stop in the post office to drop it off, she continued on to the mercantile to pick up a few items.

  Once inside the store, she loaded the basket with the necessities—flour, sugar, teas—and then picked up a few pieces of penny candy. Kate felt guilty for imposing on Robert and Abigail by staying with them at their house, especially so early in their marriage, but her parents had rented their house. Kate took care for her parents but had no money to continue the payments after their death, and so she had been forced to give up her home.

  “Morning, Miss Kate,” Sally, the plump owner of the Mercantile, smiled at her.

  Kate had often wondered how Sally had married before she did, but then she would remember the two marriage proposals she had turned down. Funny how she had rebuffed those proposals because she felt she didn't know the men well enough, yet now she was planning to travel across the country and marry a man she'd never met.

  “Hello, Sally,” she said, laying the items on the counter. “How is business?”

  “It is not too bad,” Sally said. Then she glanced behind her and leaned forward. “Tell you the truth, it has been a little slow the last few months. John is stressed about it,” she whispered.

  Kate smiled and leaned in to reply. “Well, I will keep praying it will pick up.”

  “That is mighty kind of you, Kate. Will I see you at church on Sunday?”

  Kate nodded, but the question sent her mind spinning. God was an important part of her life. Would there be proper churches in Texas?

  * * *

  Sage Creek, Texas 1883

  Jesse Jennings removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. Finally, the last fence post was in. With his cattle safe once again, he would now be able to focus on putting the finishing touches on his homestead, so he could marry Pauline.

  As he replaced his hat, Sheriff Johnson rode up. Jesse sighed and lifted his gaze to the lawman.

  “What can I do for you, Sheriff?” he asked, though he knew the answer to the question. Sheriff Johnson had come around once every few days like clockwork over the past month, trying to enlist Jessie as a deputy sheriff.

  Jesse enjoyed the protection the law provided as much as the next person, but he was just a simple rancher, and all he wanted to do was marry his sweetheart and raise cattle.

  Unfortunately, time and money had dwindled after some rough winter weather and the previous summer’s drought, extending the finishing of the homestead.

  “You know why I'm here, Jesse,” the older man said as he dismounted his chocolate brown stallion. “There was another robbery last night. This time at Doc Moore’s office. No one was hurt, but they took a lot of his supplies. We need more men to help patrol. At least until we catch these varmints.” He removed his hat and ran his leathery hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.

  “I'm sorry to hear that Sheriff, but as I've told you before, I’m not a lawman, and I need to finish this homestead.”

  Sheriff Johnson planted his hands on his slim hips and donned his hat again. “Well, I can set with that, but the attacks appear to be becoming more frequent. I just hope you still have a home when all is said and done.”

  With that, Sheriff Johnson tipped the brim of his black Stetson before re-mounting his horse.

  Jesse lifted a hand in a loose wave and watched the sheriff recede from view. Maybe Sheriff Johnson was right. He was young, in shape, and not half bad with a gun.

  Once he finished the homestead he’d be able to think about it. Right now, thoughts of Pauline with her long blonde hair consumed his thoughts.

  Jesse checked the sun on the horizon. It had sunk low, leaving the sky a brilliant orange and pink color. He had lost track of time and needed to wash up before dinner with his fiancée.

  Chapter 2

  “You did what?” Robert asked over dinner that night.

  “I answered a mail-order bride ad,” Kate repeated as she scooped mashed potatoes on her plate.

  “You cannot go halfway across the country to marry a man you’ve never met,” Robert said, slamming his hand against the table with enough force to send the cutlery dancing.

  Kate bit the inside of her lip to calm her words before speaking. Robert was a year younger than she was, but he had tried to step into her father’s role since their parents’ death.

  “I do not have much choice,” Kate said. “I turned down the few marriage proposals I had, and there have not been any more.”

  “And what was wrong with those men?” Robert asked.

  “Well, one was a lecherous man nearly twice my age, and the other was not a Christian,” Kate returned.

  “Perhaps if you engaged in proper activities like other women do, there might be more,” Robert said with a pointed look in her direction.

  “I think it is a wonderful idea,” Abigail said with fake sincerity from the end of the table. “Goodness knows we can barely afford to feed another mouth around here.” Her disingenuous smile melted away as she shot Kate a disapproving look.

  “I don’t like it,” Robert said, ignoring the insult his wife had sent Kate’s direction. “What if this man turns out to be a
lecher or some other kind of ruffian?”

  “I seriously doubt that type of man would advertise in the newspaper,” Kate said, taking a sip of her tea, “but as for the rest, I will have to leave that in God’s hands.”

  Robert opened his mouth to argue further, but Kate had stopped him with her trusting God comment. It was something neither of them were very good at, but which Kate had resolved to be better.

  “When will you know?” Robert asked with resignation in his voice.

  “Mr. Gaines said it would take about two weeks to get a reply,” Kate said.

  “Well, then I will use that time to pray this isn’t God’s will, and that the man will find someone else,” Robert said as he reached for another piece of chicken.